Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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were now useless. A policeman chased them away. All Billy could do now was to go and tell the newspaper man. He could hardly keep back the tears. All his hopes were shattered. What was that lying in the gutter? It looked like a book of keys. Yes, it was, and there was the name, A. J. Reynolds, and the address was 1 156 Madison Drive. He knew where that was. In a few minutes he was before the beautiful mansion on Madison Drive. He felt very small in his rags, but summoning up all his courage he knocked twice. The butler who opened the door was about to shut it again when he saw Billy, but Billy said, Please, sir, does Mr. Reynolds live here? I found some keys with his name on them. The butleris expression changed at once. He ushered Billy in, and soon he was before the kindly Mr. Reynolds. Billy told him all his troubles. Mr. Reynolds' listened attentively. Soon Billy was on his way home, a new ten-dollar bill tightly clutched in his hand, but first he stopped at the store and proudly bought the beautiful shawl. Gladys H irscb. Unknouiun Revenge JOHN LASALLE was sentenced to death! Phillip LaSalle was sentenced to prison! They were both spies for the French, caught in a German camp. Who had given the evidence? This is what Phillip LaSalle wanted to know. Their trial was over, and they were leaving the courtroom when he found out. Hulda Englemann, a woman! She was in the rear of the court room now. He looked. Could it be possible that this mere wisp of a girl was the cause of all their troubles? He would go to prisong his brother would die. All the hatred that was in him came to the surface, and then, as though possessed, he yelled across the courtroom, I'1l kill you if it's the last thing I do!', That was many years ago. The present scene is quite different. Hulda Englemann jogged along a dirt road in a taxi that had seen better days. On one side was a cliff and below that the roaring, wild, dashing waves of the Pacific. Large rocks spiralled out of the water. The fog hung thick all around. Hulda was unable to distinguish any small objects. They had just passed an old farmhouse that was the color of mud. At one of the Windows a little girl with a dirty face and tangled hair pressed her nose against the pane. Hulda waved to her but got only a giggle in response. She asked the driver who lived there. It was the Wfidow Teller with seven children, one of whom was adopted. Hulda decided to get one of the children to help her at her house, which had once been her father's permanent residence. Hulda had just found out that Phillip LaSalle had escaped from prison and was out of his mind. He was after her with the insane idea of killing her. She had fled in terror to her father's house, hoping he would not find her there. When she knocked on the door of the farmhouse, she heard a bustle of feet inside. An elderly woman with a weatherbeaten face stood at the door. Wal, what diya want?

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Winter Tlnoughts The leaves are falling from the trees, Gone are the busy, humming bees, The north winds whistle as they blow, The ero ps are in, the bon ji res glow. The pumpkins on the cold earth lie As gaily child ren seam per by. The turkeys strut and corn. stalks blow As if expecting -winter snow. Then down it falls with flaky pride On snow men standing side by side As child ren shout and play with glee Beneath a leajless, barren tree. Bill Gadd is. Christmas lluclk I ITTLE BILLY SIGHED. Two more days until Christmas, and he only had eighty-nine cents. He needed eleven cents more and then he could buy that beautiful woolen shawl for mother that was in Mr. Cleman's store. He had saved the money up, penny by penny, doing errands for kind neighbors. Just recently a new grocery store had opened, and they delivered their goods, so now Billy had lost that job of bringing them to the people. He shivered and put another stick of wood on the fire. A fire felt good these days. Snow lay like a huge, white blanket for miles around, and a sharp wind bit people's noses and fingers. When the wood had burned, and there was no more left, he crawled sleepily into bed. I wonder how I'11 get that eleven cents, he murmured and then fell fast asleep. As Billy sleeps, I will tell you a little about him and his mother. His father is dead, and he and his widowed mother live alone. Billy's mother sews for the neighbors, and sometimes Billy gets a job of taking the place of a newsboy who is sick. The next day Billy heard a knock on the door. He opened it, and he saw Tom, the chimney sweep, who told him that he could take the place of Andy who was sick. Andy sold newspapers on the street corners. Billy was overjoyed. Now he could get that shawl for mother with the money he earned. Billy had been on the corner for an hour. It was not a very busy place, and he had sold none. Oh look at mother's pet selling papers! jeered a number of boys coming up the street. Billy paid no attention to them, which only stirred them on. They began hitting him, and the papers were thrown all over the street and torn. The snow made them wet, and they

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I'm I-Iulda Englemann, and I want to know if I may have one of the children to take to my house to help with the chores. No, ma'am, none o, my kids is gonna go up there with all those ghostsf, Oh, mother, may I go, please! the sweet voice of a young girl came from within. - No, ya ain't goin'.', Oh, mother! Lizzy Teller came out to the door. She was dressed like the rest of the children, but she didn't look the same. Her hair was brushed back, and she carried herself with an air of pride. When Hulda saw Lizzy, she turned pale. Was it? Could it be? Oh, no, she couldn't have had a sister! What,s wrong? Wonit I do? asked the girl. 1 . Oh, ah, o-er, yes, you'll do Hne, if your mother will let you come. Oh, she isn't my mother, but I call her that. She'll let me come. Won't you, mother? Anyone could tell that the girl had once lived in a refined atmosphere. She spoke so sweetly and so differently from the NVidoW Tel- ler who responded, Wal, I suppose so. When they arrived at the old Englemann mansion, they were not greet- ed by a very pleasant aspect. The house stood on the top of a hill, alone and serene. The windows at the top looked like eyes searching into your soul as though they knew everything you were trying to conceal. Hulda hated the place, but it was her only hope of safety. She was in a hurry to get settled. What if he found out where she had gone? Oh, no, he couldn't. Was this his sister? Why didn't somebody tell her? Why didn't she know? Why did things like this have to happen? In this state of mind Hulda entered the house followed by Lizzy. It was equally uninviting inside. They made a fire and ate something, after which I-Iulda decided to go to bed. There were no lights in the house, and Hulda had to carry a candle. It cast dark shadows on the wall. She went up the long, winding stairs very slowly. As she got to the top, she thought she heard a voice. I'm coming, I'm coming, and I'll get you! I'll kill you just as you did John! Ha, ha! I'l1 make it worse than dying. Revenge! ha, ha, revenge! The clock below struck eleven. Oh, dear God, why didn't somebody help her? What should she do? Was someone coming? There, she heard footsteps. They were light, airy footsteps on the stairs above her. It was coming down! It rounded the landing and started down the same stairs she was on. It brushed past her! She screamed and put her arms in front of her face as though to protect herself. What's wrong, Miss Hulda? Do you see a ghost? Oh, Lizzy, it's only you, but I can't see you. I can't see anything. What's happened? Come here, Lizzy. Light the candle. It's lit, Miss I-Iuldaf, But, Lizzy, I can't see you. Come right here in front of me with the candle. Oh, Miss Hulda, your eyes! Don't stare at me like that! Please, Miss I-Iulda! But-oh, Lizzy, Lizzy, come near me! What's wrong? My eyes, help me! I'm blind! I'm blind! 1 No, Miss Hulda, no! I-Iere's the candle. Can't you see now?